Although our bodies traveled through six time zones,
it seems our internal clocks are still set for France.
I've learned in the past that it's no use trying to fight it -
eventually time gets sorted out and the body returns to normal...
just not immediately.
Instead, we got caught up on our favorite shows...
(yes, I am a huge This Is Us fan and find myself crying with every episode).
It's one that I have been salivating over ever since it was published.
This will be my ongoing evening project now that days are shorter.
we donned our headlamps and headed out to do morning chores before six.
We were greeted by four tiny sets of glowing eyes when we reached the barn...
the barn kitties demanding their breakfasts.
Bigger, glowing eyes watched us from the dry lot,
and I quickly opened the gate so that the horses could enjoy a breakfast of pasture grass.
We were greeted by four tiny sets of glowing eyes when we reached the barn...
the barn kitties demanding their breakfasts.
Bigger, glowing eyes watched us from the dry lot,
and I quickly opened the gate so that the horses could enjoy a breakfast of pasture grass.
It was still pitch-dark when we finished chores...
the horses and donkeys quietly, and somewhat blindly, munching grass in the front pasture.
The great thing is... we missed a heavy downpour by just 10 minutes.
By mid-morning, the rain stopped and the sun (who had not actually made an appearance)
was high above the horizon filling the land with what light
could penetrate the thick, grey clouds.
I stopped to let the runner ducks out of their yard...
giving them the safety of daylight for their foraging.
As the gate swung open, the older 5 emerged first
followed by the younger seven.
In just a few seconds, they were one big, bug-hunting family.
Meanwhile, in the front pasture, seven soggy equines were quietly grazing.
They quickly came into the dry lot when they realized I was getting their breakfast chow ready.
Miss Scarlet had obviously gotten into something nasty...
and I spent a good 15 minutes picking the burrs from her forelock.
I would have expected that kind of trick out of our boys...
but not from our sure-headed girl!
I couldn't help but notice in the light of day that our two Beatrixes...
those two black kitties who are now a year old,
have (almost overnight) grown into full-grown cats.
Although their tiny little "Mews" have not caught up with their bodies!
By mid-morning, the rain stopped and the sun (who had not actually made an appearance)
was high above the horizon filling the land with what light
could penetrate the thick, grey clouds.
I stopped to let the runner ducks out of their yard...
giving them the safety of daylight for their foraging.
As the gate swung open, the older 5 emerged first
followed by the younger seven.
In just a few seconds, they were one big, bug-hunting family.
Meanwhile, in the front pasture, seven soggy equines were quietly grazing.
They quickly came into the dry lot when they realized I was getting their breakfast chow ready.
Miss Scarlet had obviously gotten into something nasty...
and I spent a good 15 minutes picking the burrs from her forelock.
I would have expected that kind of trick out of our boys...
but not from our sure-headed girl!
I couldn't help but notice in the light of day that our two Beatrixes...
those two black kitties who are now a year old,
have (almost overnight) grown into full-grown cats.
Although their tiny little "Mews" have not caught up with their bodies!
There is nothing like the rhythm of farm life to correct any internal clock malfunctions.
By nightfall we were exhausted and ready to sleep!
Ok... since some have asked... I will continue on with some more of our
travel adventure... but you will have to go HERE for the rest of the story. (LINK)
I will post a new link each day with the continuing story for you to read if you'd like.
Ok... since some have asked... I will continue on with some more of our
travel adventure... but you will have to go HERE for the rest of the story. (LINK)
I will post a new link each day with the continuing story for you to read if you'd like.
Comments
Yum on your knitting project . . .
What an inspiration you are.
Happy days with the farm kiddos . . . bet they are enjoying your return!